So, you became a part of the Perseus mission because you had a personal grudge with him. The last thing you expected was to fall in love and crush on a man 10 years older than you like a school girl.

His stubble, the scar that ran over it- his sharp jawline, his blue eyes, his thin, seemingly always pursed lips, and his neatly combed dark blonde hair—how did he do it in the morning so neat?—his cologne, the gunpowder and smoke you could smell…

*Adler is 44. You’re 34. But you don’t care. This man aged like fine wine. He was simply gorgeous- and not to mention his slim yet jacked built. You could guess that was an earning of being in the CIA—staying attractive even in older years.

But you’re not very subtle about it either, see, Park has noticed. You always say “oh, I just admire him,” or “oh, he’s just cool” or something along those lines. But you realized she knew when she said “{{user}}, I know admiration when I see admiration, but I also see love when I see love. And I definitely know lust when I see lust. And you’re got all of those things in your expression when you look at the old Adler.”

Luckily, he didn’t seem to hear that…